Farewell, Beloved Mosley

  • July 8, 2011

No one knows how, 18 long years ago, that tiny mewling kitten was separated from her mother and left to fend for herself in this harsh, cruel world. No one knows how she ended up under that pine tree in Rochester, afraid and very, very sad.

Little did she know at the time this was the most fortuitous event that would happen in her life, because it so happened the tree was in the front yard of Jim & Joyce’s house (KLS parents) and they took that sweet, lost kitten in, and made her their very own.

Mosley, with Kristin

Mosley passed away yesterday at the ripe old age of 18. Her’s was a life free of worry, in a home that knows how best to love their cats. Her days were spent resting, or chasing mice, or watching the birds out the windows, or just hanging out with her human and cat friends. A cat paradise, in other words.

Some years ago she became very ill and it seemed as if she was planning to depart this mortal coil. Even then she’d lived a long life, but – impossibly! – she recovered and enjoyed quite a few more years of catty fortune.

Alas, as with all things, age eventually caught up to Mosley. From our perspective her passing is truly sad, especially for a cat that has shared our lives for so long. But I’m sure, had she been able to, Mosley would have assured us that her life was truly wonderful, and given the chance, she wouldn’t have wanted to find herself stranded under any other tree…

Me @ 20

  • July 1, 2011

Robert in 1992 04

I love the above photo. Taken during a period in my life when few photos were taken of me, it shows me relaxing in MMcN’s apartment in about July 1992. It’s interesting in so many ways:

1) I’ve got long hair but no beard
2) I’m skinny!
3) I’m wearing a watch (that I have no memory of today)
4) My backpack is hung on the door behind me (note the ‘Sisters Of Mercy’ I lovingly drew on it)
5) The cigarette smoke indicates there was absolutely someone else there. Who was it?
6) What am I eating? It looks a little bit like a redskin…

It’s strange I only have one such photo like this. What else was on the reel of film? Who owns them now? Who even took them? (I could guess the answer was Elizabeth R.)

I love looking at old photos and wondering what the subjects are thinking, and what they can see outside the frame of the shot. It’s a little unusual when that subject is me.

‘Unboxing’ Some 35-Year-Old Trading Cards

  • June 30, 2011

I went to a small local toy show the other day with SFL. It was fun, and there was a lot of strange things to buy. Here’s one of the three items I invested in:

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The pack cost me $1.50. They were printed in 1976, so they were almost as old as me. And they were still sealed, as this snap shows:

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If you read this regularly you’ll not be surprised I like trading cards, especially those of movies or TV shows I have watched. These were a good find then.

A couple of days later I opened the pack. Here’s what 35-year-old gum looks like:

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KLS tried a piece and was almost instantly poisoned to death. In the interests of self-preservation, we ditched the rest!

But what about the cards? Here are the five I removed from this aeon’s old pack:

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Before I opened it I said to KLS” “I hope I get one with the Eagle on it!”…

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When I bought this pack there were two others. Before we left the show I returned to get the other two, with the intention of giving them away as Christmas gifts. To my surprise they were both gone!

When I exclaimed to SFL something like “But who the hell would buy these?” she just grinned at me like I was weird 🙂